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spring's endThe summer I helped my dad clean out his garage had already been eventful. I'd fallen out of a tree, caught an admiral butterfly without a net and vehemently refused to wear the training bra my mother bought for me.spring's end
My dad's garage was the exact opposite of our family home. It was as if, over their married life, my mother had slowly relegated all of my father's prized possessions until the house no longer reminded her of the man he used to be. When my dad opened the swing door I was intrigued by the huge concrete weights that controlled the mechanism and it wasnt until he had explained to me how they worked that I noticed t


Lent Peace of MindHi s church team s with this vibrant mix of colour s and numbers that make sunday s so funny I cancel my lay s in and ignore the need s to question the homily 's knack for tensing my brow s just to guess how much money s one hundred rows of around ten or so 's people give to His worship sLent Peace of Mind


A Twist of HeroismEvery woman seeks a hero; a knight in shining armor to sweep them off their feet when they're in distress and carry them away to commit acts of sickeningly sweet romance found only in the backs of Fabio-approved dimestore novels. I have found this to be a universal truth hidden deep within the heart of every heterosexual female regardless of the number of times they deny it or the ounces of pepper spray they use on you.A Twist of Heroism
The only problem with the heroic approach is that many of us guys don't believe we actually have the ability to defeat any foe that doesn't appear on a video game screen. We can barely sweep


Bus 57 to CedarwoodBUS 57 TO CEDARWOODBus 57 to Cedarwood
Why Today
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff. Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle. Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves. Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought. Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned. The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers. Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so she


She Puts the WeightsShe Puts the WeightsShe Puts the Weights
She is hosting a party; I drift, incongruous, anchored arm in arm, as tides of unknown faces flow around, eager and pale. The scene greys and ripples in ominous disquiet, my eyes glass and soon I breathe solidity – weighted, bottomed, I rest.
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I sit alone, surrounded by still air, let thoughts step careful, balance, see plain skies spread, multiply to distance, see ground sink out beneath, accelerate, then tumble, scenes swirl, shoes trip and breath catches — but she holds me close, holds me firm.
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